Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Can,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.